Thursday, December 18, 2014

Alumni Voices with Mandy Davis: The Other 364 Days

As
a kid, the entire Christmas season lead up to that moment on Christmas morning
when I got to open up all my presents. I’d wake up much too early, run into my
parents’ room, and let them know that it was TIME FOR CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It
was a big moment.

There
are a lot of Christmas mornings in life of a writer. The day you get that book
deal. The day your book receives a starred review. The day your book wins that
award. (You know the one I’m talking about.) These moments stand out there on
the horizon, beckoning us toward them, and promising so much happiness and
fulfillment if we can just get there.

One
of the reasons it’s so easy to get lost in our big author fantasies is because
the writing itself is so hard. When you write you don’t just have to reinvent
the wheel, you have to reinvent the axle it attaches to and the motor that
moves the axle and then you have to create the body of the car and the people
in it and the place they’re going and then you have to give them a good reason
to be going there but also a good reason not to be going there and so on and so
forth until your head just hurts and you have to go lie down in a dark room for
a while. Creating stories seems impossibly complicated, yet we do it, and we do
it well.

You
do it. I do it. We all sit down with our words, and we all know what to do.
Yes, we get help from critique groups and teachers and editors and books and
blogs and many, many other sources, but we still sit down alone. And alone,
somehow, we manage.

I
think we sometimes we wait for the world to tell us we are good enough before
we let ourselves believe it. I think that’s another reason why those big
moments feel so important to us. We’re waiting for that external validation. I
got that validation last summer when I sold my book. And I felt so
confident—for a while. But when I actually sat down to write again, the warm
fuzzies had all worn off and all the doubt had returned. Nothing had changed
except for the fact that I now owed someone a book—a book that had to be good
enough to publish. (Cue that famous Queen and Bowie collaboration “Under
Pressure.”)

The
day I got my first set of feedback from my editor was one of the scariest days
of my life. How was I ever going to do what she was asking me to do? Then, I
actually read the feedback. Then, I actually sat down and started working
through it. Four days later I had a new first chapter. And this new chapter was
better than the old one. So. Much. Better. Then, I started working on chapter
2. Then, chapter 3. Eventually, coming to the chair became easier. (Notice I
said easier, not easy.)

Everyday,
right before I sit down, I wonder if I can really do it. I get this intense
urge to clean the toilet or go grocery shopping or reorganize the basement. But
then I sit down anyway. And prove to myself, one again, that I can do it.

I
am always good enough to do this work, but only when I’m sitting down and
actually doing it.

Will
there come a day when the fear of not being good enough is completely gone, and
I will skip and dance my way to the chair every morning? I’ve not been doing
this long enough to know. What I do know is that the longer I go without
writing, the more scared I get of it. And the more I write, the easier it
becomes.

Mandy's writing chair and Christmas tree.

The
biggest and most important moments of this writing life are not the sales or
reviews or even the awards. For every December 25th of the year, there’s also a
December 18th and a September 21st and an April 4th. It’s the other 364 days of
the year that really matter. That’s when we prove to ourselves over and over
and over again that we can actually do this work.

I
moved my writing chair into the living room next to the Christmas tree. My days
of spending the season waiting for that big Christmas morning moment have long
since passed. Now my favorite Christmastime moments are those small ones, like
right now, when I’m wrapped up in a blanket, sitting by my tree, watching a
glittery snowflake twirl back and forth, and writing.

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Mandy
Davis is a 2011 graduate of the Hamline MFAC program. Her first book, Stuperstar, will be published in 2016. She
lives and writes in Minneapolis, MN.